Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.